Jack White is a man we like. We like the White Stripes, we like the Dead Weather -- hell, we even like bits and pieces of what The Raconteurs have done (yes, they're boring occasionally, but they really come alive from time to time). He's a maverick, a man with ambition, a man with creative scope. And he's handsome, which helps.
So, we're never that surprised to see Jack White pushing himself creatively. Nonetheless, we weren't terribly impressed to hear that he'd teamed up with Insane Clown Posse -- one of the biggest jokes any music-lover has had to endure for the last nineteen years.
It's not because ICP's music is bad (which it is), not because its members wear
stupid face paint (which is one part moronic, one part sinister), not
even because its fans -- the "juggalos" -- are known for being some of
the most backwards rednecks middle America will ever encounter. No,
mostly, we can't get past the fact that, even if he thinks collaborating
with ICP is pushing boundaries on some level, Jack White is basically
endorsing, in a roundabout way, raging misogynists.
which was by all accounts a song originally written by the composer as a joke for his
friends, loosely meaning "Kiss My Ass." But we bet it
was a whole lot funnier when Wolfgang did it.
Our objections to this song will likely be greeted like all other
objections to ICP -- we've got no sense of humor, we're taking
them too seriously, etc. Even if we discount the violence they seem to
endlessly encourage in their fanbase, we can condemn this recording
simply because it's one of the worst things our ears have ever endured -- like the dumbest
song Limp Bizkit ever recorded remixed by 12-year-old boys who just
discovered their dads' porn collections.
The one thing that can be said for Insane Clown Posse is that these guys have embraced their own stupidity. They roll with it. There's no pretension there. The problem with that is, the lack of airs and graces means we get to see them for the Neanderthal fuckwits they are. And because not apologizing for that is part of their deal, we're all supposed to turn a blind eye when they rap "Run lady, I'm on you, don't reach for the phone, I'm gonna cut you up," and "Bitch, drop your overalls/ And we fuck in the back of a horse stall/ You're the ugly bitch I know/ But I still fuck ya, redneck ho."
ICP's Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope have previously claimed to denounce any violence that occurs from and amongst their fanbase (and there's been plenty of that) -- but all of their lyrics encourage it with gusto that seems 100 percent serious.
Yeah, we're sure White thinks he's being hella postmodern and artistic right now, but what he's actually doing is willingly associating with humans (we use the term loosely) who encourage others to be as stupid and hateful as they are -- perhaps more so. Oh, yeah! We know all that raging violence and hatred of women is supposed to be hilarious, but -- here's a newsflash Mr. White -- a great portion of ICP's fanbase don't view those things ironically, they take it literally, to a frequently horrifying (and criminal) degree.
The members of ICP have shrugged off the criticism of ol' Jack, saying "He's having fun, it's not like it's on his new album, you know what I mean?" Not really, guys. This still sucks. So, Jack White, even if this does turn out to be a massive joke for you, it
still ain't funny to many of us. Not because we're humorless, not because we're snobs, not because we "don't get it," but because these people have nothing to offer music -- or the world in general -- and we can't believe that you would willingly associate with them. We're not sure we'll ever look at you the same way